Notes / Twisted Every Way

Ludicrous, have you seen the score?

Simply ludicrous

It's the final straw

This is lunacy, well, you know my views

Utter lunacy

But we daren't refuse

Not another chandelier

Look, my friend, what we have here

"Dear Andre, re my orchestrations

We need another first bassoon

Get a player with tone and that third trombone has to go

The man could not be deafer so please preferably one who plays in tune"

"Dear Firmin, vis a vis my opera

Some chorus members must be sacked

If you could, find out which has a sense of pitch

Wisely, though, I've managed to assign a rather minor role to those who cannot act"

Outrage!

What is it now?

This whole affair is an outrage!

Signora, please

Now what's the matter?

Have you seen the size of my part?

Signora, listen

It's an insult

Not you as well

Just look at this, it's an insult!

Please, understand

Signor, Signora

The things I have to do for my art

If you can call this gibberish "art"

Ah, here's our little flower

Ah, Miss Daae, quite the lady of the hour

You have secured the largest role in this "Don Juan"

Christine Daae, she doesn't have the voice

Signora, please!

Then I take it, you're agreeing

She's behind this

It appears we have no choice

She's the one behind this, Christine Daae!

How dare you?

I'm not a fool!

You evil woman, how dare you?

You think I'm blind?

This isn't my fault!

I don't want any part in this plot

Miss Daae, surely

But why not?

What does she say, it's your decision

But why not?

She's backing out

You have a duty

I cannot sing it, duty or not

Christine, Christine

You don't have to, they can't make you

Please monsieur, another note (oh)

"Fondest greetings to you all

A few instructions just before rehearsal starts

Carlotta must be taught to act"

Not her normal trick of strutting round the stage

Our Don Juan must lose some weight

It's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age

And my managers must learn

That their place is in an office, not the arts

As for Miss Christine Daae

No doubt she'll do her best

It's true, her voice is good

She knows, though

Should she wish to excel

She has much still to learn

If pride will let her return to me

Her teacher, her teacher

Your obedient friend

"... and angel"

We have all been blind

And yet the answer is staring us in the face

This could be the chance to ensnare our clever friend

We're listening, go on

We shall play his game

Perform his work but remember we hold the ace

For, if Miss Daae sings, he is certain to attend

We make certain the doors are barred

We make certain our men are there

We make certain they're armed

The curtain falls, his reign will end

Madness!

I'm not so sure, not if it works

This is madness!

The tide will turn

Monsieur, believe me

There is no way of turning the tide

You stick to ballet

Then help us!

Monsieur, I can't

Instead of warning us, help us!

I wish I could

Don't make excuses

Or could it be that you're on his side?

Monsieur, believe me, I intend no ill

But messieurs, be careful, we have seen him kill

We say he'll fall and fall he will!

She's the one behind this!

Christine!

This is all her doing, this is the truth!

Christine Daae!

This is his undoing!

If you succeed, you free us all

This so called "angel" has to fall

Monsieur, I beg you, do not do this

This will seal his fate

If you don't stop, I'll go mad

Raoul, I'm frightened

Don't make me do this

Raoul, it scares me

Don't put me through this

Ordeal by fire

He'll take me, I know

We'll be parted forever

He won't let me go

What I once used to dream I now dread

If he finds me, it won't ever end

And he'll always be there

Singing songs in my head

He'll always be there

Singing songs in my head (she's mad)

You said yourself

He was nothing but a man

Yet while he lives

He will haunt us 'til we're dead

Twisted every way, what answer can I give?

Am I to risk my life, to win the chance to live?

Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice?

Do I become his prey, do I have any choice?

He kills without a thought, he murders all that's good

I know I can't refuse, and yet, I wish I could

Oh God, if I agree what horrors wait for me

In this, the phantom's opera?

Christine, Christine

Don't think that I don't care

But every hope and every prayer

Rests on you now

So, it is to be war between us

But this time, clever friend

The disaster will be yours

Don Juan, Signor Piangi, here is the phrase

Those who tangle with Don Juan

If you please?

Those who tangle with Don Juan

No, no, nearly but no

"Those who tan, tan, tan"

Those who tangle with Don Juan

His way is better, at least he make it sound like music

Signora, would you speak that way in the presence of the composer?

The composer is not here and if he were here, I would

Are you certain of that, Signora?

So, once again, after seven

Five, six, seven

Those who tangle with Don Juan

Ah, piu non posso

No one really cares

Those whotangle with...

Poor young maiden for the thrill

On your tongue of stolen sweets

You will have to pay the bill

Tangled in the winding sheets

In sleep he sang to me

In dreams he came

That voice which calls to me

And speaks my name